Bands Apart [On Hold]

16. When The Cat Gets Out Of The Bag

Zayn's P.O.V.

In the background I could hear the steady beep of a monitor as the end of my bed dipped down, and I felt a hand rest on my knee. Badly I wanted to open my eyes, and see who it was but my head hurt so bad I couldn't move my eyelids.

　

"Is he waking up?" I heard a far off voice ask, and another responded.

　

"It seems so. Don't rush him though, give him some time." It said, and I groaned softly as it penetrated my ailing head.

　

I couldn't remember anything since that bat hit my head except the lad's cruel laughter, but due to the bleachy smell suffocating me and the beep of the monitor I'm guessing that I'm in the hospital.

　

"Alright thank you." The first voice said, then I heard the other person walk out of the room as the one gripping my knee sighed.

　

"C'mon Zayn, say something." He said, and I groaned once more as I squeezed my eyes shut tightly then opened slowly, but that resulted in me being immediately blinded by the light.

　

Once I had recovered from that though I could see Niall sitting at the end of the bed with a worried expression resting on his face. I could also confirm that I was definately in a hospital.

　

"Hey buddy." I sighed, looking at him for a moment, before allowing my eyes to drift shut as I sank back into my pillow.

　

"I feel like I'm going to throw up from how worried I was, and all you have to say is 'hey buddy'? Gosh, I can't believe you Zayn!" He snapped, jumping up from the bed, and I winced as the volume of his voice stabbed my throbbing head.

　

"Niall your hurting my head." I whispered, raising my hands up to massage my temples, but the IV's on my left arm prevented me from doing so.

　

At first it sounded like Niall was going to yell again, instead he inhaled and exhaled deeply before dropping down into the chair next to me, and I opened my eyes again to look at him as he ran his hands down his face.

　

"I'm sorry." He murmured, daring to peek out at me, and I gave him an understanding smile before sighing deeply.

　

"How long was out?" I asked, hoping to ease the tension, and he clasped his fingers before resting them under his chin.

　

"A day." He said, and I couldn't help but widden my eyes a bit at the information.

　

A day? No wonder I was hooked up to these IV's. That guy must've really hit me hard to put me out of comission for a full twenty-four hours.

　

"That's to bad, I was hoping to stay asleep until we were done with the factory commitment." I chuckled lightheartedly, allowing my eyes to shut once more, and Niall slammed his hands on the arm rests of the chair as he exhaled sharply.

　

"What the hell is wrong with you?" He shouted, rising to his feet once more, and I faught the urge to wince.

　

"You did exactly what I asked you not to, you went to see her, and almost got yourself killed! Zayn when are you going to listen to me? When is this going to stop?!" He yelled, his voice an octave below a scream, and I looked down at my lap shamefully.